Page 54 of Keeping Laryn
She was dripping all over his finger as he continued to lick her clit and began to lightly finger fuck her at the same time. Her hips pumped in time with his hand, and Casper couldn’t help but be awed at the sensuality of this woman. She might be working in a so-called man’s world, wearing clothing that hid every inch of her womanly body, but she was sex on a fucking stick, and he was the lucky guy she’d elected to give herself to. He vowed right then and there to never take her for granted. To make sure he told her every damn day how sexy she was.
Wanting to stay right in this spot for hours, but also wanting desperately to get inside her, Casper removed his finger and grasped her by the waist again. Then he stood abruptly, making Laryn screech as she suddenly fell backward onto the mattress behind her.
Casper was now hunched over her, holding her hips in the air as he sealed his mouth to her clit and licked and sucked aggressively.
Laryn immediately began to shake in his arms. Her thighs squeezed around his head, her hands grabbed his shoulders, and her belly clenched as she neared the edge.
“I’m close!” she informed him unnecessarily.
The signs of her orgasm were easy to read, and Casper had a feeling she’d never be able to fake anything with him. Not if this was how her body reacted right before she came.
When she finally exploded, it was so damn beautiful, Casper was in awe that he was the one who’d done that for her and was getting to experience it.
He lifted his mouth and looked down as she quaked under him. Her pussy lips were swollen and he could see her arousal leaking from between her legs. Not able to help himself, he leaned in and licked it up before it could fall to the sheets under her ass.
“Delicious,” he sighed as his thumbs caressed her hip bones.
“That’s it. I’m dead. You killed me,” Laryn gasped.
Then her head came up, and she pinned him with a look full of arousal. “Naked. Now,” she ordered.
The sight of her on her bed, chest flushed with her orgasm, legs still spread, pussy glistening with his saliva and her arousal, nipples hard and hair mussed, made Casper eager to do any-damn-thing she asked of him. Treason? Murder? Get down on his hands and knees and bark like a dog? No problem.
Reluctantly, he let go of her and stood. He made quick work of his clothes, annoyed by the feel of them against his skin.
When he shoved his briefs down his legs, she gasped again.
“Holy shit, Tate. That’s not going to fit.”
Damn, she was good for his ego. “I told you I was bigger than a lot of men.”
“That’s like…alien size or something. Does it vibrate?”
Casper laughed, once again shocked that he was having fun in bed. He’d always enjoyed sex, but not like this. The banter he and Laryn had engaged in at work was carrying over to the bedroom, and he freaking loved it.
“No extra alien features. And I’ll fit. I have a feeling you were made just for me. Scoot up.”
She moved onto the bed so her head was up by the pillows,and Casper joined her. He lay down next to her and put his finger under her chin, forcing her eyes away from his hard-as-nails cock and up to his face. “I’ll fit,” he reassured her again. “You’re going to be so wet, even wetter than you are right now, and so desperate to be filled, you aren’t even going to think about menotfitting.”
“Tate,” she whispered.
The feel of her skin against his own was thrilling. And addicting. Casper ran a hand down the center of her chest between her tits, over the adorable womanly pooch of her belly, to her pussy. He covered her with his palm and eased his middle finger between her soaking-wet lips. He played with her as he leaned over and kissed her.
The kiss this time was slow and easy, but no less passionate. Her hips lifted into his touch as they kissed and Casper felt ten feet tall. This woman was perfect. She probably didn’t think so. Could probably list a dozen things she didn’t like about herself. But she was perfect for him. Finding out she was deeply passionate was icing on the cake in addition to everything else he already knew and liked about her.
He lifted his lips from hers and moved down her body, kissing and nipping her neck, then her collarbone, before moving down to her tits. He’d been dying to get his mouth on her since he’d seen her in that tank top at Anchor Point. And now, here he was. Fulfilling his fantasies.
“I want to touch you,” she mumbled as he took one of her nipples into his mouth.
“You are,” he muttered, before sucking hard and deep.
She let out a small squeak, even while arching her back and pressing up into his touch. She apparently liked that small bite of pain, and Casper smiled around his mouthful of soft flesh. His finger between her leg hadn’t stopped moving either. He continued to dip inside her body and stimulate every inch of her pussy.
“Tate,” she whined. “I want to give you pleasure too.”
That stopped him in his tracks. Casper lifted his head and looked her in the eyes. “You think this isn’t pleasurable for me?”
“Not as much as my mouth on your cock.”
